Chiding his steeds, knew it, and knew beside
The leader horse distinguish’d by his hue,
Chestnut throughout, save that his forehead bore
A splendid blazon white, round as the moon. 570
He stood erect, and to the Greeks he cried. 
Friends!  Chiefs and senators of Argos’ host! 
Discern I sole the steeds, or also ye? 
The horses, foremost now, to me appear
Other than erst, and I descry at hand 575
A different charioteer; the mares of late
Victorious, somewhere distant in the race
Are hurt; I plainly saw them at the first
Turning the goal, but see them now no more;
And yet with eyes inquisitive I range 580
From side to side the whole broad plain of Troy. 
Either the charioteer hath slipp’d the reins,
Or rounded not successfully the goal
Through want of guidance.  Thrown, as it should seem,
Forth from his seat, he hath his chariot maim’d, 585
And his ungovern’d steeds have roam’d away. 
Arise and look ye forth yourselves, for I
With doubtful ken behold him; yet the man
Seems, in my view, AEtolian by descent,
A Chief of prime renown in Argos’ host, 590
The hero Tydeus’ son, brave Diomede,
But Ajax Oiliades the swift
Him sharp reproved.  Why art thou always given
To prate, Idomeneus? thou seest the mares,
Remote indeed, but posting to the goal. 595
Thou art not youngest of the Argives here
So much, nor from beneath thy brows look forth
Quick-sighted more than ours, thine eyes abroad. 
Yet still thou pratest, although silence more
Should suit thee, among wiser far than thou. 600
The mares which led, lead still, and he who drives
Eumelus is, the same who drove before. 
To whom the Cretan Chief, angry, replied. 
Ajax! whom none in wrangling can excel
Or rudeness, though in all beside thou fall 605
Below the Argives, being boorish-rough,
Come now—­a tripod let us wager each,
Or caldron, and let Agamemnon judge
Whose horses lead, that, losing, thou may’st learn. 
He said; then sudden from his seat upsprang 610
Swift Ajax Oiliades, prepared
For harsh retort, nor had the contest ceased
Between them, but had grown from ill to worse,
Had not himself, Achilles, interposed. 
Ajax—­Idomeneus—­abstain ye both 615
From bitter speech offensive, and such terms
As ill become you.  Ye would feel, yourselves,
Resentment, should another act as ye. 
Survey the course, peaceable, from your seats;
The charioteers, by competition wing’d, 620
Will soon themselves arrive, then shall ye know
Distinctly, both who follows and who leads. 
He scarce had said, when nigh at hand appear’d
Tydides, lashing, as he came, his steeds
Continual; they with hoofs uplifted high